Of aspirations, tribulations and jubilations

Disclaimer: NO naysayers or pessimists were harmed in any way during or before the course of writing this article Pacing in the corridor uneasily, head bowed in deep contemplation for a minute then turned skywards asking the powers that be “Why?” Then next moment mind veers towards the fact that we didn't give up then suddenly gets pulled back to reality that we did not get the job done and lost. All this felt like I was a ship travelling through high waters; up and down, left and right swerving about wildly never knowing whether it’s going forward or just standing there. To ease some pain I decided to write this down. Dejection, despair, disgusted and devastated are among the few words that come to my mind (only a few to keep this short n simple). This plethora of words is stemming from a single event and probably a single emotion too. All this inside of me or for that matter every fan/supporter (read whichever word you like) is a direct consequence of the ill fated m...

Life can be hard and uncompromising or even downright painful. But sometimes it gives you happiness mixed with anxiety just like eating a chocolate with a sour coating, it tastes sour at the onset all the while making you want to spit it out but you hang on because you know the sweet part is coming.  And when it does, nothing can be as tastier. Thinking of chocolates reminds me of why I am writing this, our beloved Liverpool FC. These last few years (especially under the one whose face  resembles an owl, isn't it?) have been downright sour but we knew the sweet part would come. All these years we had that feeling of disbelief and even disgust at times. Nobody knew when this would go away but we all knew it was somewhere there lurking behind the dark clouds. Now the days of owls and whiskey are over, the days of Chihuahuas and laughter are here. The sweet in the chocolate has finally broken past the layers and layers of sourness; we have finally managed to wade...